Sacrifice. It was a dirty thing Hades never approved of even in the days before Effie lit his life with the light of mercy. It, like slavery, was a barbaric practice he didn't understand. Willing was, perhaps, less tasteless but it all left a foul taste in his mouth; only his duty of staying out of mortal affairs kept him cool, helped along by the disconnect with his power. Had he the temptation of choking shadows at his will, choping the snake off at its head mightve been far more tempting. Playing the game of mortals was interesting, some might even say fun, but there was little room in Pluto's new gloomy life for such frivolity. He was just.... along for the ride.
Thankfully, Vitus was leaving too. Anyway, as he understood it, but it gave the god an out he sorely needed. Jakten... would not be on his list of places to return to willingly, except, perhaps, if Ivandri needed him. Checking in on her if he was ever in the area was the least he could do for the poor broken girl. He would play by the rules of the mortals, but if she didn't wish to break free of her chains he couldn't just set her loose anyway.
He was not the chivalrous hero who would go rushing in to save the damsel anyway. He was merely a helpful soul in the right place at the right time who may perhaps have been itching for a good fight.

It felt good to have land moving beneath his feet again. He'd never traveled for any long period of time and while his time here in Mythris was hardly lengthy in the eyes of Hades, God of the dead, it was still more consecutive than ever before.

He simply drew a deep breath and glided along between the trees slowly, leisurely, unbothered. Ember was nowhere to be found, no doubt out hunting or some other... owl thing, Hades never asked.